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The wind picked up, stirring Dewpaw’s white coat, and for a moment she felt like she was flying. Up, and up, it carried her, off the waterfall and high into the heavens. She smiled, looking down from her perch at the lake below. She couldn’t disappear into the sky, but it felt good to at least be out of camp.
She had been made into an apprentice yesterday, and with that came new privileges. Most important of them was her new right to leave camp and get away from everyone -- so here she was, at the farthest reach of the territory. It seemed to her that the less attention you paid people, the more they wanted it.
She looked over her shoulder as a gust of wind carried pink petals through the air, landing gently on the river. The river's current carried the petals up and over the fall, and she leaned her head dangerously over the falls to watch their descent. Someone calling her name scared her into nearly falling down herself, but she managed to keep her footing. She looked up hotly to see who had disturbed her solitude.
Just like Dewpaw, Tinypaw had taken the first opportunity that she got to go off and explore the territory. Of course, her mentor had already woken her up early and given her a tour, but there were places that she had taken note of to come back to later. She had left the camp claiming that she wanted to practice hunting - something that she still had no idea how to do right, but it wasn't a complete lie. The very small apprentice had tried to sneak up on a mouse near the windmill, but she had nothing but a faint scratch on her nose to show for her efforts.
Of course, the waterfall was on her list. It had taken her quite a while to climb, but she kept telling herself that the view would be worth it. What she hadn't been expecting was the sight of Dewpaw leaning over the fall, sending Tinypaw into a panic. "Dewpaw!" she cried, taking a few, quick, steps forward. What help would she actually be if Dewpaw fell? It wasn't like Tinypaw was quick or strong enough to stop anything, so she could only worry and hope.
Dewpaw wanted to be angry, but it was hard to be when you looked at little Tinypaw. Her ice-cold anger melted against those concerned brown eyes staring back at her. She drew herself up, determined to hold onto her crossness. “You shouldn’t scare someone like that when they’re so close to the edge,” she scolded, like a mother. “It’s dangerous.” Not awaiting a response, she hopped off the sleek rocks of the waterfall and landed delicately next to Tinypaw. “What happened to your nose?” she fretted in an annoyed tone, still playing the part of the exasperated mother.
In truth, she felt embarrassed that she had almost plummeted to her death the day after her apprentice ceremony, and was trying to turn the attention to Tinypaw.
Guilt washed over Tinypaw and she opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the words out, Dewpaw had jumped in front of her. "I, uh," she started, her brown eyes darting everywhere except at the apprentice in front of her. It was embarrassing to admit that she had failed at catching prey, especially only right after becoming an apprentice. While no one would probably fault her for her failure, it still weighed heavily on her. She had failed her first attempt, what if she could never succeed at catching a mouse?
"I ran into the windmill," she finally said, shifting her paws awkwardly. Then, her gaze shot back to Dewpaw. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I thought you were about to fall and I didn't know what to do."
"There, there, don't get your tail all in a bunch." She patted the smaller she-cat's shoulder, the heat of embarrassment pricking under her own pelt cooling back to haughty airiness. "I forgive you." She would have untangled herself from the company of Tinypaw at that and resumed her cherished solitude, but the story behind the cut managed to snag her fleeting intrigue. "Now how did you manage that, hmm?" she tittered lightly. Her probing blue gaze flickered with amusement as she studied Tinypaw. "Chasing after something? Prey perhaps?" Either that or Tinypaw was the clumsiest cat in the forest.
